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a bit of biog born o4 o6 7o, barnsley, s yorks son of coal miner miners strike makes me bitter, aged 14 vows never to go to london despises all things south |
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19/2o
becomes interested in anarchy becomes involved in peace movement despises arms trade, deeply despises the ideas of west/u.s./work, hates being a part of britain despises notion of 'england' starts to hate himself and everything attempts suicide becomes trapped by his own dogma and facist thoughts, increasingly becomes obsessed with death, morals go out of the window, writes songs, draws and paints, writes plays, but tends to self-mythologize |
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1998
has a breakdown seeks pyskitrik help doesn't really help refuses to take prozak still suffers attacks of mental confusion and paranoia but finally realises it means nothing reads nietzsche's "beyond good and evil" |
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2ooo
no longer believes he is alive no longer believes in his past as some kind of story depersonalises but in an affirmative way no longer believes in love no longer believes in family tries to live creatively as possible thinks a lot, wonders a lot has no aims, he no longer wants anything sits down and decomposes quietly 31 works in london in an art gallery of all places |
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i'm writing songs, my musical allies, this gets a bit silly but its a start - hank williams, buddy holly, michael holiday, jim reeves, ricky nelson, the beatles, elvis, dylan, jake thackray and the velvets with the beat happening, galaxie 5oo (the b h effected me a lot and still do) - that's my basic pallet |
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listening
a lot to bach at the moment ska, dizzy gillespie live at mintons and bbc archive birdsong lp which is making me think a lot bird song (throw in the refrain from a 1ooo plateaus round about here) i love robins i'm drawing painting birds |
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art all that beuys of course, holbein, sigmar polke, klee, turner is a big one for me i'm writing freely on anything at the moment, but academically trying to think about how music works using deleuze why can sound (as material, sonic bricks) be given a life beyond exist in and of itself become alive somehow as some kind of eternal producer of effects |
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mmm
'writing with deleuze' this all gets a bit bollocky, but thinking of him as a friend write in his gascloud mmm i'm not trying to use the text academically, not strictly i'm not trying to interpret critique it but use it like i use dylan (although i do blatantly rip his chord changes now and again) trying to write lyrically |
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maybe i should stop rambling my band the teenbeat (birkenhead branch - i was in birkenhead for 1o years) have been around for a decade no commercial success tried early on youth must have its fling but we're settled and producing we've archived 73 cd's to date just done a new one about a perverted robot now play the odd gig i play solo where ever whenever whatever comes up |
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